The Struggle

"Meg, wake up"

My eyes roll to the clock and immediately jump out of bed, rushing to the bathroom.

"Dammit Sam, it's almost 8 already !" I yell sticking a tooth brush in my mouth

"Well were not gonna die if we're late, calm down. Hey do you have my purple vans?"

"Their under the mattress!"

"Alright let's go!"

"Coming" my fingers struggle pulling up my long, blond streaks.

-At school grounds-

My eyes are covered by a pair of Ray Bans as I apply yet another coat of lipgloss. I fetch for my bag

in the back seat and pop open the lock, stepping out of the old truck.

"So finally seniors, eh?" Sam smiles locking our arms

"Can't wait to get the fuck out of here" my laughter travels down the empty corridors

"This is our year Meg, I know it."

"Mmmhh. Get to class! " my voice cracks, slapping her bum before walking into a full classroom

weary freshman.

"Oh Ms. Whitney how nice of you to join us" Mr. Wong sarcastically bows

I ignore his smart ass comments and take a seat in the back, slumping my bag to the floor.

Posters cover the chemistry classroom, while different colorful chemicals are sprawled out on the

black counter top. The light patter of rain hits the cement outside, bringing a slight breeze into the

already cold classroom. I push the arms of my hoodie up and pullout a black notebook along with

a blue pen. My ray bans are soon replaced by large glasses as I squint up to see the board, writing

down information I won't even remember an hour from now.

:lunch:

I find Sam through the sweaty crowd of teenagers and pull her out, dragging her back into the

now pouring rain.

"Sam, where are we going? I'm fucking freezing!"

"Where we always eat lunch?" my arm opens the door of the theater as my fingers search around

for the lights. I find the familiar switch and one by one turn the lights on. Sam takes a seat in the

back row and I join her pulling out a smashed sandwich.

"Well, I wasn't hungry anyways. " i lie tossing the sandwich into the trash

"You need to eat Meg."

"what are you talking about? I do eat." lying to myself hoping Sam would drop it

"You can't fucking avoid this conversation anymore!" her voice echoing through the empty theater

making me silent.

"I don't wanna talk about this right now!" I bellow closing my eyes

"Okay"

"Sam I love you"

"I love you too Meg, I just worry about you" Sam desperately replies

"I know."

After an awkward couple of minutes watching Sam eat she breaks the peaceful silence